Dead Lines, Birgit Richard And Oliver Zybok

Bioluminescent

[oc] be born again

'santa cruz jerk-beef ruin--corner,' 2002 in adriana varejão: histórias às margens [at the margins] - museu de arte moderna de são paulo (2013)

flesh avatars will look at the physical forms of both themselves and others and ask "is anybody gonna twist this beyond recognition?" and then not wait for an answer

tfw you look outside😱😱😱

what it says on the tin! I offered to throw together something on drawing raw meat (in a mouthwashing server, naturally) so here it is in case someone finds it useful

A spider that is also hands

i made this cursed thing in spore [2008]

today's warm up: Bless, bless, the shifting flesh (Guess whose been listening to TMA again)

Our love is a painful kind, like a death from a thousand bites.

I feared to hurt you whole, so you offered for a piece.

One bite turned to two, until my stomach was half-filled with you.

My hunger never ceased, yet you let me.

Because you were kind like that.

I’m full of you.

A poem I wrote for my farcille zine ‘Devourer of My Flesh’ I also really like this illustration I made in particular.